ｃｈｉｌｌ - Boyf Riends One Shots

The Meta Mistake || 50th One Shot Special

People. Humans. Celestial beings. Gays. Fanhumans. Do you realize what this is?
This is the fiftieth one shot in this book. The big Five-Oh. Like what the frick frack paddy whack bone crack chicken smack nickel back extra snack? Like this is insanity.

So, for this special occasion, here's a special (and meta) one shot.

(And I'm editing it later give me a chance)

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Jeremy has never had a hangover. Precious little boy has barely touched drink. But he imagines this feeling is like a hangover. A hangover times a million.

His head thumps sensations right down to his toes. His heartbeat is tuned out by high pitched ringing in his ears. His back, his knees, his shoulders, it's like his attention is drawn to every part of his body.

Jeremy's eyes flutter open. This . . . yep this is his bed. He knows his ceiling anywhere.
He peels himself from the bed, the headache pounding with every movement he makes. Now that he's on his feet, his room seems to look . . . different.

That poster looks new. And is that a new desk chair? The walls seem to be a different colour too . . .
Jeremt shakes his head, which turns out to be a bad idea considering he's more hungover then a lightweight on Spring Break. He stumbles out of his bedroom.
There'll be some painkillers in the kitchen. And walking to the kitchen isnt that hard . . . right?

And then Jermey nearly falls down the stairs.
Yay.

He manages to make it to the kitchen in one piece, where he successfully finds some painkills for his headache. And, hurrah, they don't work at all. He's about to make himself a mug of coffee to wake himself up, when his Dad interrupts him.

"Morning Jeremy" he yawns, walking into the kitchen.

"Morning Dad" Jeremy says, his voice raspy and hoarse.

"Wait a minute" Mr Heere halts, furrowing his confused brows. "Jeremy, shouldn't you be at work?"

Thank god he wasn't drinking anything, because he would've choked on it.
"Work?"

"Wow, you are super out of it today, aren't you?" Mr Heere grabs a bowl and a box of Lucky Charms. "Your shift at Five Star Rentals started half an hour ago. Remember? That new movie rental place?"

"Sure sure of course" Jeremy lies. "I'll get going . . . I guess . . ."

Jeremy abandons making coffee, instead taking his dads car keys from the counter. Lucky for him, he slept in his clothes. Sure, he smells like an armpit but that's the least of his concerns right now.

"Oh and Jeremy" Mr Heere calls after his son as he opens the front door. "Don't forget to thank Heidi for getting you that job in the first place"

Jeremy stops with one foot out the door.
"Who's Heidi?"

Mr Heere pulls a face.
"Wait did you take last night? Remember Heidi? Your stepmom?"

Jeremy's eyes go wide and his mind goes blank.
"St-stepmom?"

"You're gonna be late for work, Jer. Actually, you're already late for work. Just haul ass and apologize"

Jeremy closes the door behind him. Heavy breaths pant from his trembling lips. Stepmom. This Heidi person. His dad remarried.
Something is wrong. So god damn fucking wrong.